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Speech development

Henry’s speech has come a very long way in such a short space of time. He was talking very early, and we didn’t have the cute babbling for long, but recently his sentences and new words have astounded me. Each day he says something new that, most of the time, I don’t know where he’s learnt it.

He used to call his uncle “Day-chib”, but it was only a few weeks before he got the hang of David properly. He also used to say phrases such as “look mummy, a naughty car” when he actually meant “noisy”. That disappeared suddenly too.

My baby still struggles with the pronunciation of “another” though, with it always sounding more like “Aaron”. I smile to myself every time I hear these little things, in his lovely little voice. He’s so funny.

There’s also the funny phrases and hand gestures, for example when he says “where daddy, where?” and throws his hands out, fingers splayed. Also the “I don’t know” response to simple questions and whenever you ask him why, he responds with “because…. umm…” and then says the first thing he thinks of, which is usually something like car, train, tractor etc.

I want to remember these things – they are beautiful and they make me so proud. Henry makes me proud!

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Christmas break

It has felt like a long time since I’ve had so long off. Well, in reality I’ve been on the go for months rather than weeks at a time. Being a full-time student and part-time worker has left me less than a full-time mum. There is guilt that goes along with that, but I know that I’m doing the right thing for us now, and I hope, for the future.

I had a whole three weeks off (minus two days at work) over Christmas 2013 and New Year 2014. It was fantastic!

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Christmas street party with my beautiful boy.

My baby really enjoyed having his mummy, and for five days mummy and daddy, around for playtimes and cuddles and general fun and laughter. I baked a lot. I had Henry help me eat all the cakes. We made a gingerbread house and homemade mince pies and pavlova and banoffee pie and probably 4 or 5 batches of cupcakes.

We told stories of Santa, and left out one of said mince pies, a carrot and a glass of milk for him on Christmas Eve.

He rode the train with daddy!

He rode the train with daddy!

 

On Christmas day, Henry woke up and said, ‘Merry Christmas, daddy. Merry Christmas, mummy’ and opened his stocking presents from Santa wrapped up in his duvet in his bed. He was so excited about the crayons and pencils and colouring books and cookie cutters I’d filled his stocking with. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked into the living room as saw a huge pile of presents, all neatly wrapped up, and a chalkboard easel ready for him to play with.

Presents for my sweet.

Presents for my sweet.

He has done lots of drawings already. Lots of squiggles that he tells us are trains, or rockets, or tractors. He also got a Peppa Pig spaceship. That was a successful gift. There was also his ‘main’ present; a Buzz Lightyear action figure. The proper one that looks just like the movies. It’s wings have lights on the ends and it has karate-chop action too. Henry’s daddy and I were very impressed. £25 worth of impressed. We now have a two-year-old who excitedly runs around saying ‘to infinity, and beyond!’, when he’s not singing Jingle Bells or Happy Birthday. I feel he’s a little confused about these different events.

My little artist.

My little artist.

We went on to have a lovely meal and evening at the in-laws. It was fantastic. We all ended up in onesies (2013, the year of the adult onesie…) and ate until we had to roll out of the door and into our beds, all sleeping like babies. If babies slept well, that is.

And now I’m back to work. Back to uni. Back to only seeing my baby evenings and weekends. I look forward to summer now. I cuddle him and don’t ever want to put him down. He’s so lovely, and perfect, and squishy and when he laughs, I laugh and feel so warm and happy.

The gingerbread house, demolished on Christmas day.

The gingerbread house, demolished on Christmas day.

It’ll be worth it, I keep telling myself.

At least I truly appreciate how special he is. When I see him, and he smiles and says “it’s mummy!” I feel like the best person in the world.

Such is being a mother.

This is happiness.

This is happiness.

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My boy, my bowling buddy

We took Henry bowling yesterday. He’s been before with his daddy, but we were both there this time. He started getting squeaky and excited before we even entered the building. His little squeals of happiness are so lovely.

He could barely wait until I had entered his name on the screen. “Henry” on the one little lane. His daddy set up the little ramp for him and helped (carried) the bowling ball over to the ramp. Henry wasn’t quite tall enough to reach, so needed to be picked up to even reach the ball.

Henry bowling

Henry bowling

Henry really did enjoy himself. He would say ”ready, steady, GO!” as he pushed the ball, and then stand there and watch as it rolled slowly down the lane. When it hit the skittles, he would cheer and clap his chubby little hands. Everything is exciting again with him around. I’m really enjoying being a mum!

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3 Sleeps ’til Christmas

I have been looking forward to Christmas so much this year! It’ll be Henry’s second one, but he’ll realise he has new toys to play with this year!

It’s almost a year since we got engaged, on Christmas day 2011. It was the most perfect present, all wrapped up under the tree in a little box. I was under strict instructions to leave that one until last. I must have showed everyone my left hand that day, week and up until it turned from yelps of happiness into polite smiles and a nod of the head. But it only happens once! And I’m excited that the most important thing is already sorted; the fact that I’m going to marry the love of my life!

Henry was a month old on his first Christmas, sporting a little reindeer jumper with the words “santa’s little helper” printed across the front.

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He didn’t know what was going on, but did seem interested in the tree and decorations. I can’t believe it has been a whole year since then. 3 more sleeps and Henry can enjoy a day that will always be so full of love. A day that cemented our little family unit. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without our little boy.

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Birthday Boy

Henry had a brilliant first birthday. We spent it with loved ones, floating through a sea of new toys, and eating cake until the children were so hyper they started to resemble a tornado.

The jungle theme was brilliant, and the cake was a success! I spent the whole day before making it, but it was worth it. For my first attempt at a birthday cake of any kind, I was rather happy with it!

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I’m so chuffed that so many people came to celebrate with us too. We all had such a good day, and it just shows how many people love and care about my beautiful boy. He’s such a lucky little baby. I feel so proud of him!

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“Don’t Dribble On My Wedding Folder!”

I take on too much at once. I can’t wait for anything in a good and reasonable time. It all has to happen now. These are the things I know I am guilty of, and so leaves me quite stressed at times. I started a new job, had a baby, moved house and am now planning a wedding all in a really short space of time. So aside from bereavement and divorce, I’m tackling the top stressful life events all at once. Hoorah.

I am really enjoying planning our wedding, at the same time as hating the family politics of the guest list and trying to fit in appointments to see venues and meetings with various people in between Henry-schedule. It is lovely to think about including our lovely little boy in our plans though. I’m looking forward to buying him a tiny suit and waistcoat, and the plan is to tie our rings onto a little ring cushion so he can hold it when he walks down the aisle. Our beautiful, little ringbearer. I can’t wait.

It is stressful though, and that’s not even mentioning budgeting and how expensive everything is. Twenty-five pounds a head doesn’t sound so bad, but when you start to multiply it by numbers starting at eighty… and that’s just for food. It makes me want to sob into my pillow. It’ll be alright on the night though, I’m sure. When it all comes down to it, I just want to be married to the man I love, and I hope that people I haven’t included in the celebration (down to money and limited numbers, and that is all) will be happy for us instead of being offended. After all this is done, I just want to be able to say I enjoyed my day, and now we are a family in the eyes of the law as well as in our hearts and minds. Henry deserves to know how much his parents love each other as well as him, and that he is included in our own little family.

My wedding planning folder has recently had a lovely contribution from Henry too; pages and pages of drool.

Eloping sounds so tempting right about now.

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Windmill

Henry and I went on a walk along the seafront today, and this time we had my parents and brother for company. It’s nice to have the company, and Henry does love his family. I want them to be a big part of his life – family is important. I also invested in a parasol for his pushchair. It works perfectly, keeping the sun out of my son’s eyes.

He was very well behaved as well. We only had a tiny outburst in the shop, but he seems to do that whenever we go inside, he just loves being outdoors! It was such a nice day though, we could sit outside with our coffee and chocolate cake and feel very comfortable. Henry was snoozing under his brand new parasol from Boots at this point, without a care in the world.

My mother suggested I buy him a little windmill we saw displayed outside one of the newsagents. Henry absolutely loves it. He stares at it, and even stops mid-cry to gaze at its shiny spirals. It is the best £1.50 I ever spent. The entertainment is endless.

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